Safe [l.h]

Chapter 11

Lucy's POV

Week 3, Day 3, Month 1

"Sorry I'm late, Sir." I say to our pervert of a teacher, Mr. Cullen. To be honest he looks kind of like Carlisle Cullen. He's my performance teacher.

"That's OK, Lucy. Can you please get in place with the rest of the dancers in the Fusion number?" He caresses my arm. Ew. I see Luke at the foot of the stage, who is helping with lighting, scowl at his hand on me. Nothing has happened between us since the party. Strictly friends.

Then why does he look like he wants to decapitate Mr. Cullen. I jerk my arm away. "Yup," I say, in answer to the teacher's request, skipping up to the stage.

I get in place at the front. Fusion is our group of six higher level dancers that are trained in the most popular styles of dance. We are doing a contemporary piece , and it needs work.

"Skies are crying, I am watching, catching tear drops in my hands..."

We start into a slow extension kick, then a double illusion, split jump, loose pirouette...

We get to the chorus. This is it. My solo. I move forward. Demi Lovato's voice soars passionately.

"So go on and try to tear me down,  I will be rising from the ground, like I'm made of glass! Like I'm made of paper.."

Putting the energy and emotion the song is giving me into it, I bend my knees and spring.

I spring a tad too much...and fall off the stage. I land with a muffled thump on top of Luke. A loud groan escapes his mouth. "Fuck," he hisses " if you wanted to be on top of me, you could have just asked."

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry! " I climb off him and awkwardly help him up.

"S'okay. I quite enjoyed it actually."